Some day, I will build the world's largest airplane made only out of SPAM. When the press asks me why I did it, I will smile at them, wink and hand them each a copy of Treasure Island. That moment will stay with them the rest of their lives. Also, then I won't have to explain my reasoning to them... because odds are I won't have a good reason. That will be the best and worst day of my entire life.
I can't wait.
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